Psalm 77:1 - 3

"I cried out to God with my voice -- To God with my voice; And He gave ear to me. In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; My hand was stretched out in the night without ceasing; My soul refused to be comforted. I remembered God, and was troubled. I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed." Psalm 77: 1 - 3



Monday, April 18, 2011

Days 246 - 248

It's Monday and I really don't have an epiphany to write about, so instead I will write what is written in today's "Grace For the Moment," Vol. II, by Max Lucado. * * * "You are the only you God made. He made you and broke the mold...every single baby is a brand-new idea from the mind of God...You aren't one of the many bricks in the mason's pile or one of a dozen bolts in the mechanic's drawer. You are it! And if you aren't you...we don't get you. The world misses out.
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"You are heaven's Halley's comet; we have one shot at seeing you shine. You offer a gift to society that no one else brings. If you don't bring it...it won't be brought." _______________________
"From the place of His dwelling He looks on all the inhabitants of the earth; He fashions their hearts individually."

Psalm 33:14-15

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